The Lost Ones V2 was created and coded by Alphess Noctavia, along with the help of Co-Owner, Alphess Teimhnin. All coding, images and original art is copyrighted to this side and its members, and is not permitted to be used outside of Lost. A big thanks goes out to Elite Axel, whom helped and allowed some of his work to be shared amongst this site. This site and us would not be here without them. Thanks guys.

In the beginning there was no good & evil, there were only gods, forces that brought the world about, shaping and forming it in their own ways. But peace & tranquility could not last forever. Within the darkness, evil thrived. The strongest of the gods who worked in the dark began to sew her seeds of discord. She bestowed her power upon the humans, twisting them and creating her own army from their greed and hunger for power. The other gods turned on her, however, and the world became their battlefield. The wars lasted for what seemed like forever, however, in a move that the goddess of darkness did not see, the god of peace managed to have the command for a clean earth ordered. The missiles were dots across the skies, each carrying payloads that fell on their targets. No matter how many were shot down, far more still existed. The earth was coated in deathly fumes and matter, the screams that once covered the land grew deathly silent. The bonds and gifts that had been given were now retracted, the souls that had given themselves now with their masters in their deaths to be called on at some later time when needed.

But we, the many creatures of the world, survived. We don't know why, or how, we managed to. Hell, I can't even tell you why we became bipeds as we are today. Some of our greater minds believe that our bodies adapted quicker to the world around us, due to the radiation speeding evolution along. Others believed that somehow the human DNA was transmitted to the young within the wombs by means of the chemicals and strange happenings from the blasts. As to what I believe, I do not know, what I do know is that we are as we are. We stand on our hind paws, and have grown what appear to be half hands, half paws. Our sensory receptors have dulled, and we are not as strong as we were when we were feral. However, we are more cunning than we used to be, as if freed to think so that we may survive in the harshest of these wastelands. What of the feral though? Why do they still remain feral? Once again, we do not know for certain, though rumors have spread that their DNA holds some form of antibodies that has managed to fight off the evolution to some extent. They are by all means smarter now, and many of them are free thinkers, no longer bound by natures rules or held to a path set out for them. Be wary though, as some are still wild at heart, and the radiation has made them stronger than they were before.

Yet, do not be disheartened friends, make a toast that we are alive and thriving even when the humans lay dead. Many of our scouts have made sure that the bodies of the humans were removed from our beloved city. We have safe-guarded ourselves with defenses against the feral who are still held to the old ways and because of that are now dangerous to our ways of living. We, those that the humans deemed less than them, we, the ones who were not given a second thought upon our passing, we, have survived.